The Goth King of UW
Banner by evieeden
May 1993, University of Washington
Why can't I look away?
Just look away.
Just fucking look away!
Edward slides the bridge of his glasses up and follows the compulsive gesture with another helpless glance.
Where's a drama student when you need one? They can always be trusted to walk the halls in gaggles, bitching loudly, talking with their hands, being generally obnoxious and harnessing all the available attention while being all... dramatic.
Except when you need them.
With nothing to draw that attention away from himself and his perusal, Edward becomes very circumspect. He's James fucking Bond.
Half a world away at the end of Edward 007 Cullen's cagey stare, a black silhouette pops sharply from the bland orange brick wall he's leaning against.
Black jeans so tight that they strain at the seams over his sinewy calves and thighs. Scuffed black combat boots laced halfway up his shins with the lace-ends flapping around undone. Black leather coat so worn that it's almost second skin. Even his name is Blacker.